I'm washing sheets and clothes today. Gathered up a big armload... couldn't get the door shut -- and when I came back to do it, look what I found on the bed:
I didn't notice Tiger wasn't the only cat on the bed, until after I took the first shot.
I've been keeping them out of the bedroom, because several months ago, Tiger had a bit of an accident on the bed, and I don't find that acceptable at all.
This, of course, makes all three cats desperate to get into the room, and onto the bed.
They know I don't want them in here. Just look at those guilty faces.
I carried the bats out of the bedroom and ensconced them on the loveseat.
Tiger curled up, wrapped his paws around his face, and promptly went back to sleep. Tabby, Nervous Nellie that he is, went elsewhere.
The above cedar piano has sat on my dresser since we moved here.
In my cleaning spree, I came upon the cedar piano below, which came from Yellowstone National Park. One of them belonged to Dorcas, but I didn't know which one.
I wrote and asked her, sending her these pictures.
It's the Yellowstone piano that belongs to Dorcas, so I will send it to her soon.
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